|Missing the crutch of the meme...
||[Aug. 24th, 2011|12:46 pm]
What, I have to come up with my own stuff? Pffbt!|
This will be short because I am in the middle of napkinapocalypse...who would have thought that 5/8ths of an inch would mean so much, to so many?
So it will just be a single short letter:
People need vacations. Cut them a freaking break. The world will not end because the President is squeezing in a golf game in someplace that makes him happy. Trust me, if something big happens...they know where to find him. Back off. You didn't get your pants in a wad when whatshisname was cutting brush on that damn ranch, did you? No, of course not. Play fair. This was your chance to be more mature than the other party and you weren't. If you don't win this next time out, look at it as an opportunity to be a grown up and more mature than the other party.
People need vacations. All people. You were expletives when Republican presidents went on vacation, hyperventilating at the very thought that the world would suddenly vanish into a handbasket while our President was doing some yardwork or going on a trailride. Don't worry, at all times, they knew how to find him. At a certain point we need to be adults. If the next election means that you have to stand by with a stiff upper lip while the president you didn't vote for goes on vacation, then for heaven's sake, pull up your big boy pants and deal.
Please. I am officially old enough to have watched both of you make asses of yourselves for several decades now. It's boring.
On which note:
A very interesting experiment, that I actually never heard of and can't believe isn't part of any curriculum where Lord of the Flies is taught, but keep reading, not one of the best articles, but might make you think just a little bit harder, be a little bit humbler over the next couple of months.